Wyd Lyrics

What if our love runs out

What if our love runs out

What if one day we wake up and we both want something else

Don't want you around them basic bitches they boring

We fuck tonight, won't stop until the morning

What you doing, where you at, and where you going

I'm on the road, I'll be home in the morning

Don't want you around them basic bitches, they boring

We fuck tonight, won't stop until the morning

What you doing, where you at, and where you going

I'm on the road, I'll be home in the morning

I'm thinking about me and you, shit we've been through it

Everything I put you through, I can't undo it

If you love me don't just say it, you gotta prove it

I'm holding on to my mind before I lose it

Fuck love, if it ain't you, then I can't do it ah

I'm aiming and I'm shooting back at cupid

You telling all them lies, but I see through it, ah

You dumb tryna play me like I'm stupid

Ain't dropping and they like, what the fuck you doing, ah

I got you nigga, I'm about to get back to it

Ain't think that I could do it

Got stabbed so many times in my back, I'm used to it

Now tell me what you used to, you just gotta do you

Searching for a real one, them niggas just use you, ah

What you doing, where you at, and where you going

Right now I'm in the studio recording, ah

Don't want you around them basic bitches they boring

We fuck tonight won't stop until the morning

What you doing, where you at, and where you going

I'm on the road, I'll be home in the morning, ah

I'm thinking about me and you, shit, we've been through it

Everything I put you through, I can't undo it

If you love me, don't just say it, you gotta prove it

I'm holding on to my mind before I lose it

Fuck love, if it ain't you, then I can't do it, ah

I'm aiming and I'm shooting back at cupid

You telling all them lies, but I see through it, ah

You dumb for trying to play me like I'm stupid

In traffic with my pistol, know I'm holding

He run up on me, run, you know I'm blowing, ah

Ain't worried about where I'm at because I'm knowing

It ain't about where I'm at, it's where I'm going, ah

Yeah, I'm going in, here we go again

I don't want no friends, just need dollar signs

Blue strips Benjamins, I ain't eating swine

I don't fuck with pigs